Must Love Dogs
More exciting adventures with wandering wayward pups this weekend. The dog gods are trying to tell us something. This time it was a 10-month-old Beagle that adopted us for an afternoon. This little lightning bolt of a dog bolted through our gate as we were cleaning the back yard of more downed tree limbs. She circled the yard like a midget race car and made all the moves to try and impress. The neighbors came out and asked us about our “new dog”. They were disappointed to learn we didn’t know where she came from. A quick survey of other folks in the neighborhood revealed little about the puppy. The case was afoot. We borrowed some dog supplies from the neighbors and walked the pooch around the hood hoping someone would recognize the little devil. No luck and no leads. We took the dog back to our place and put her in the garage where she immediately started to howl like a good little beagle. The cats were terrified. We called the City Pound but they were closed. This was not good as we were in no position to host the dog for the evening. We had a house guest coming that evening and we didn’t think they would appreciate the midnight howling. And I was sure the cats would never speak to us again. We decided to take the Beagle to the emergency animal hospital to see if it was caring an identification chip. Unfortunately they didn’t find one on the dog. No chip and no colar. Boy, someone really loves this dog. Luckily an extremely nice couple was at the hospital with an enormous Mastiff. They jumped at the chance to take the Beagle and hold it until the owner was found, and if it wasn’t claimed they would give it a lovely home. We felt really good about that and left the Beagle in their care. The combination huge Mastiff and puppy Beagle was hilarious. The Mastiff could have fit the Beagle’s entire head in its mouth.

The next morning we put up some ‘Found Dog’ flyers in the neighborhood. About half an hour later a women appeared at our door looking for her dog named ‘Daisy’. Case closed and Daisy is now back in her proper home. They live about three blocks away. I admit to being a bit angry with this women. She appeared rather haggard at our door as she explained that she and her husband were at respective Bachelorette and Bachelor parties the day before. If I see Daisy again running around without a collar there is going to be hell to pay. Hell to pay I tell ya.